Contributing the real shit
Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Rest in peace in my loving memory
Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit
Music is money, money isn't music
Loving you is clouding my head
I respect that you don't know yet
But you're loving mine i am the shit
Got the passion for the music
With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Or as your loyal and loving pet
Your heart was false just like the words you said
They fucking me and loving me
So while the world goes drake crazy
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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